That was the kiss…

That was the kiss,

I felt under the pouring rain.

It was passionate and warm.

That was the kiss,

that was smoother and stronger than pain.

It was yet dainty and fragile.

That was the kiss,

that made my pieces to whole.

It was intact and perfect.

That was the kiss,

that dried up my heart with love.

It was amorous and affectionate.

That was the kiss,

that touched my soul like dove.

It was pure and blameless.

That was the kiss,

that remained silent and hushed.

It was voiceless yet ascertained.

That was the kiss,

that poisoned my being.

It was an enigma that blinds.

And it was like the kiss,

that nailed a man on the cross.

That was cunning and deceitful.